Are you ever insecure, of the past?One that you’ve never seen?
Could it bite you in the ass?
The thoughts in the night.
The ones of.
The ones that trail off your lips.
It makes me think.
Is that what you want¿
Should I aspire to be more.
To allude to she¿
She had that essence.
You know, the one that everyone aspires to have,
It says, says oh, look at me.
She doesn’t try hard, or does she? Appearances, who know, they confuse me.
My heart says you love me. But it also says.
There was one that, got away.
The one with, the dark hair, she floated, her daughter pulled you astray.
She had that, je ne sais quoi.
You know, that pull you in, beauty.
Physique that, pulls you in.
Do you love me? I know you do.
The question is…
Do I love me, do I think of you?
Do I think of you?
Do I think of you, with the girl.
With the girl that didn’t have it all.
The one you wanted to save.
You didn’t want to let, let the daughter fall.
Can you forget that piece, the piece of your heart?
These broken pieces, these are.
The others ones, they makes me.
I need comfort but not forever.
This love is great.
But it’s not clever.
I need a love that pulls my strings.
But this love I have.
All it does, is please.